[COMPLETED]
❝Death is inevitable. It's a promise made to us at birth.❞
Arielle is a studious young woman striving to be a chef. Her life is full of going to class, reading textbooks, and hanging out with her friends, until she meets Zayn. Zayn's an...
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➳ ZAYN'S POV
Theo Wilson.
I repeat the name in my head as if it rings a bell, but honestly, it doesn't. He sounds like any other guy, and as I read over the file that was given to me it seems as though he's just that—any old guy. He appears like a fairly average joe. He's older, has a solid work history, was once married and it appears as though he's got a child. A son to be exact. About seven years old, but he lives on the other side of the country with his mother.
Sullivan said the whole reason he wanted me to follow this guy was to gain any sort of insight into his weaknesses, but I see one right here in plain black font—Peter.
I dial Sullivan's number and wait as it rings. Eventually, the man picks up and greets me with my name. "What is it I can help you with?"
"More like what can I help you with here? Why've you got me out here running in circles?"
"Whatever do you mean?" I hear him sip from his glass and then place the heavy thing against his desk. Is he just fucking with me? Because I've got amnesia suddenly he thinks I can't handle actual jobs? He's just putting me on pointless shit that is an absolute waste of my time.
"This job you've got me on. Why'd you put me on it?" I adjust myself in my barstool at the kitchen island as I wait for his response.
He sighs on the other end of the line and then proceeds to clear his throat. I hear him adjusting himself in his massive office chair. "I told you, I need to know his weaknesses. What's this about, Zayn?"
"Why do you need to know his weaknesses?"
"It's personal," he replies rather quickly.
I sigh into the device and run a hand over my face. What is so personal that he can't tell me? I mean, it's not like we're really close or anything, it just seems like he's being overly secretive about this, and I can't help but feel like he's got bad intentions. Sure, he's almost always got bad intentions, but something about this particular one feels off.
"Look, did you find one or not?"
"Well, yeah—"
"What is it?" He interrupts in a haste.
"He's got a kid. It's right here in the file, did you even fuckin' read—"
"Great work, Zayn."
I feel like fucking screaming into my phone because I wasted the entire day today following around some poor, pathetic fucker only to learn nothing. I sat in the sweltering heat, ate shitty cheeseburgers, buggered up my knees from sitting awkwardly in my car all day—all of it just to read over a file for a measly five minutes to learn what I needed to know. It's frustrating as hell.
